Skull Town

Kiviaq

grim Salvo and Witchouse 40k longlegs (slowed)

OBSIDIAN

Lyrics:
Tied to scripts 
Or the anchors on my ship 
Theyre Full of waste 
Out of clips
No calligraphy sufficient for the day 

Into place 
Decomposing all the letters Into ink 
Water suit 
Bare the weight 
And Watch it sink 

Breathing all the liquid in the tank 
What am I? 
Out of plans 
See the neurons stay deceiving and a mind is running blank
Losing out the thoughts and see a scene that says you can't 
And then change into facts Like a black tat 
Burning the pictures 
Don't let a memory deceive us 
Set it back in the wreck 
And then reckon acts they don't believe like 
They're the bullshit 
The fuckers don't breathe like us 
Bullshit the fuckers don't breathe like us 

Won't read my eyes 
Sanctioned in the lake 
Go seek high tides 

Fuck days 
On a cold dead canvas 
Dampen the shade 
Watch the tapestry unfold 
Lost in the shame 
Not a shelter on the atlas 
Cost I don't pay 
No control I don't pay

Submerged Respiration

Lyrics:
Stain code 
Wear a mask in the bathtub 
Body bruised
Lose hemoglobin when you act up 
Tape, rope 
Give a fuck of what you use now
I should have a plan But all my plans are overused

De-chrome 
Clear a task out in monocolor 
Idle 
Stay in white 
Pitch black while it's undercover 
Reach home 
Speed to leech in on the compounds 
Audible broke 
Down feeding off he ground

See you studder out the lock and end up bent down 
10-9 In case you wanna talk again I'll shut her off
Out of body 
All control Is left the up in pent
Blocked
Read it on the cough 
And Walk receding that's enough

Shutting Your Signal

Didnt have any artwork ready because im a bitch

Lyrics:
Probe a madcap 
Rip a spleen out his back in terror 
Off the knapsack 
Cuffed and block a tracking error 

Spinal tap 
Seed Hive 
And never drop in mind 
Track it down into locust supply 
Leaf in my coffin, I come to never 
In the back in my cabinet; cover
Creeping out the back of whatever 
Seen never tread on the path of the pathogenic 
To recognize 
Split the back 
Apply the magic target scripture 
Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

Drip in the backdrop 
Out up in the cracks 
With the pipe out back 
Perceive me leave with all you lack 
Epicenter of damp 
Deleted 
Losing all your fluid 
Derooted 
And ripped to pieces 
Strained of peace included 

But you back in a deeper vein 
Don't trace it out when they circulate 
You Leave the pride, and its mutilated 
Days like this, they put you out like with the Novocain 

Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

You talk bout rats in your path and proceed to leave with all the pesticides 
To sharpen your teeth Isn't needed leave them peeling off

Mechanical bull like antennas 
Syringes are probing 
Invasion of privacy 
I Will see odessyes silently open lobotomies
All there's is suddenly out of me 

Raid on my shades 
Enter my plane 
Speak on my name and offend a mane 
Cynical aid 
Enter my plane 
Still carry the grain in my pelicane

Tokyo Lights [Prod. Istasha]

If you're reading this, thank you so much for listening, it means the world to me =)

Lyrics:
Feet up
Left out 
Merged within morbid grounds

Harvest
Protest
Speak out of rusted mouths

Delve down 
Dried trees part

And don't tell
And don't tell at all 

Mean tread down
Stare in the raw third eye

Treason guise
Guided in a sea of vile

Though it never wanted 
Thought it never wanted to perceive the sight

Dustbin (Bonus Track)[Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
With the all black mask full of tricks
Keep I keep it out of risk
What's enough?
When they ask what I miss
What do we say 
Running it back reminisce

I Stick in the backbone 
My spinal tap is sucking stone 
Straight down the marrow 
Like some shit I cannot swallow 
Go back 
Can't trace
I won't cut shit shit through 
Like the strain on my net 
Can't dodge the path 
I won't forget it now
Tie one last chord until it fits me aight 

You got blood; black 
Pumped full of petrol 
Okay 

I got HUDs stained 
Tracks like a metro
Okay 

I'll derail
This square no tetra 
Out of touch there's a stigma of rust surrounded by mech its okay 

Carry all black tired
I express on my face 
I address shit quick 
Cut bags full of weight
In the veins
And attire out of space 
I leave my eyes at the table 
And i let go of this place

grim Salvo and Witchouse 40k longlegs (slowed)

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